Natures Way

The thunder roars

like the mighty 

Lion that prances 

high in the sky

The lightening 

cuts clear like a sword

made of steel

As it flashes so 

quickly, by and by

The rain lashes down

like whips over the ground

Then the darkness 

descends

So eerie and silent

But after the storm

Comes a stillness and calm

And a smell like fresh flowers

That's been crushed in your palm

The rain drops are glistening

and the sun rays shine

Like crystals

And once again

All the peace reins

Reviews

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Sarum... I love the Lion's roar high
in the sky....the sound of thunder.
The calm after the storm... the fresh
smell of flowers being crushed in the
palm of your hand. Beautiful poetry
From an English garden.
truly entranced... Pat

[Lydia Shutter]

What a gorgeous nature write this is. Vivid imagery sprang to life in every line. Made me feel serene! Lydi**